It wasn't Opium's first time in New York city, nor even the last, but she'd not been here for a few months. She'd gone near the border, securing contacts and a small base there, before visiting Afghanistan. When she'd returned, she'd gotten bored with the border town, and wanted a more lively city.
And New York was as much a center as anything. A good enough spot to start building. And she knew people there that wouldn't mind giving her a place, and others she'd enjoy getting to reconnect with.
So when she landed at Vicodin's door she grinned and knocked. Her darling would never kick her out, she was sure of that, and she wanted to do a bit of fussing. In her own way anyway.